on the tralin
Dont know if this is day 1 or not, it's all relative, but i'm on the train. currently riding through se colorado, close to my path last year, my infamous 70 mi. ride through sage with not enough water. i see the snow caps of the sangra de christo mountains in the distance. it's very different from cyling it, the quiet cocoon of the train blocks out everything but the vision. makes me realize how critical the other senses are to the experience. last night, suzi, elaine, stuart, and daniel drove me to union station in k.c. good barbaque meal first, lamb ribs and burnt ends, then the long night on the train. even with the two, wide seats, it took awhile to figure out how to get comfortable. finally realized i had a blanket and a pillow in my gear and managed to sleep most of the night. no idea if i snored - apologies to my fellow travelers if i did. when i got on at 10:30pm, the train was littered with bodies spread out, try...